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Madame, Sir.
May I take your name please?

Dr. and Mrs. Evans.

May I get you
something to drink?

I'll take a glass of the
Burgundy '78.

And my wife will
have a dry sherry.

Very good.

If we were genuinely married,
I'd order for myself.

If we were genuinely married,
I'd be drinking whisky.

So, what are we looking for?

Apart from
'suspicious activity,'

which I must say was
a little vague of you.

Well, there's been
a number of crimes

linked with this restaurant.

Street thefts nearby,

break-ins at customers' houses
whilst they've been dining here.

Something going on,
I'm just not quite sure what.

Now, we may have to
play the long game,

perhaps even posing
as regular

Eliza, are you
even listening to me?

Of course.

Oh no.

It is her.

- Who?
- Arabella Herbert.

We were at school together.
She was the most dreadful bully.

Don't look.

She had a way of saying
the cruellest of things

whilst keeping
the sweetest of smiles.

And she stole my shell necklace.

Your shell necklace?

We made it in class and somehow
it disappeared from my bedroom

when she deigned to
come round for tea.

Shall I have her arrested?

If we stay at the table
and keep a low profile

we can hopefully
get through tonight without

Eliza Scarlet! Is that you?

Arabella?!

How delightful!

God, it's been so very long,
how wonderful to see you

after all these years!

Good evening.

This is my husband
William Evans.

Pleased to meet you.

Arabella Acaster.

Acaster?

You're married?

Was. Now widowed.

Oh, my goodness, look at you!

So beautiful and elegant.

Well, thank you.

Who would've thought it?!

My lasting memory of Eliza
was of her crawling out of a

muddy puddle in the playground,

like some ghastly
swamp creature!

- Do you remember?
- Yes. I do.

Caked in mud from head to foot!

And it wasn't the only time.

I don't believe she
owned a dress

that wasn't torn,
ripped or stained!

Everyone used to find it so
amusing.

Not everyone.

Well, we mustn't keep you from
your dining companions.

Oh no, I'm not a customer.
This is my restaurant.

I- I own it.

It is called Arabella's,
after all.

Well, congratulations.

It's quite the place
you have here.

Oh, we do our best.

No rest for the wicked!

This is my address in
Marylebone.

Do call by for tea, it would be
so nice to catch up properly.

It was a pleasure to meet you.

And you must try the Rouennais
Duck, it is simply delicious!

I'll do just that, thank you.

Well, she seems
perfectly charming.

You have no idea.

I wouldn't trust a word that
comes out of her mouth.

You were the one that told her
we were married.

And just so you know
we shall not be ordering

the Rouennais duck.

Well, that was a complete
waste of time.

Not a sniff of any kind of
criminal activity.

Apart from the prices.

That food was quite
something, though.

I think the chef could
take instruction from Ivy

on using less grease.

And for the avoidance of doubt,
I'm not setting foot

in that restaurant again.

I'll get a cab.

Get off! Let go! Help!

Somebody help!

He stole my bag!

Him!

- Uh
- Give me your brooch.

Now!

You are surrounded by plain
clothes police officers

who are awaiting my signal.

I know this because I myself
am a private detective.

Course you are.

Uh

Enzo, fetch a glass of water
for Mrs. Evans.

That was reckless.

For goodness sake,
it was my mother's brooch.

What was I supposed to do?

Not fight a man
holding a knife.

I didn't fight him.

And you can
spare me the lecture,

you said this
would be perfectly safe.

What are you talking about?

I'm sorry. I'm Detective
Inspector Wellington.

Scotland Yard have identified
a number of crimes

carried out on the clientele
of your restaurant.

Jewel theft mostly.

What?

In all likelihood, there is a
spotter who's providing

the thieves with tip-offs.

That's what brought us
here tonight.

I apologise for the deception.

And what is your
involvement in this?

I'm a private detective.

- Just like your father.
- How extraordinary.

So, the two of you
you're, you're not married?

Absolutely not.

So, you lost sight of the man
who robbed me?

I'm afraid so.

But the fact that
there were two thefts

within moments of each other is
unlikely to be a coincidence.

The first was no doubt
a diversion.

The lavender seller didn't wait
around to be interviewed,

so she's probably in on it too.

But it, its no matter,
we'll find them.

That is very reassuring
to hear, thank you Inspector.

Well, I'll head back and look
through some mugshots of the

local talent,
see if anyone looks familiar.

Will you be alright?

I'll see her safely home,
Inspector.

I'm not a child.

Accepting the help of a friend
does not make you a child.

Petulance, however

Mrs. Acaster.

Eliza.

which are
at every opportunity.

Thank you.

Oh, how you feeling?

Perfectly fine, thank you.

Arabella, you really didn't
have to stay.

Of course I did!

Poor thing was sprawled out
on the cobbles.

I thought she might have
a concussion.

- Oh, my goodness!
- I'm fine.

Really.

Well, it was so kind of you to
bring her back home.

How can we ever thank you?

I think the best way to thank
Arabella would be to not take up

any more of her valuable time.

Nonsense!

I'm happy to stay.
I'm sure my staff can manage.

- Staff?
- Arabella runs a restaurant.

Actually I, I own it.

Goodness.

Mm!

Speaking of which, this cake is
extraordinarily moist.

My pâtissier would be
quite jealous.

Well, you can come again!

Running such a business,

whoever heard of a lady
doing that?

Apart from you,
of course, Lizzie.

But you must have so many staff
and all those customers.

Is it a family business?

Not my family, no,
it was my husband's.

Sadly he passed away
early last year.

Oh

My father was a jeweller.

Arabella would always have
the most expensive

pieces of jewellery,
even as a young girl.

Ah…you're that Arabella.

From school.

Hmm. Well, I should be
getting back.

Eliza, it was so good
to see you,

although a shame it was
in such a circumstance.

I will check in again
on you soon.

- Ivy, this cake is a triumph.
- Oh!

You must keep the recipe
under lock and key.

Please don't get up,
I will see myself out.

Well, she's changed,
hasn't she?

William, it is
customary to knock.

Is it?

Well, when you learn
to knock on my office door,

I shall return the courtesy.

How are you feeling?

I do hope you're here about the
case and not my health?

Well, we found the young lad who
robbed the lavender seller.

He was in some boarding house

about a half mile
from the restaurant.

He and the woman were indeed
paid to cause a distraction.

The idea was to draw
the crowd's attention

away from the real target.

Your brooch.

Please tell me you found it?

No. But I do have the name
of the thief in question.

Hungarian man by
the name of Tibor.

I also have the address of the
tavern that he frequents.

Excellent.

Well, I shall obviously have
to accompany you

to confirm his identity.

Obviously.

Are we taking roles
or would you

prefer to just state
our business?

Well, Fitzroy and I will be
playing the roles of

police officers
arresting a thief.

While you will be playing the
role of the eyewitness

who waits outside.

He had a knife, Eliza.

Wait in the carriage and
we will bring him out.

I must say I rather relish
the prospect

of using my boxing skills.

I'm in training, Miss Scarlet.

There's a great deal of artistry
involved, footwork mostly.

You know, you can't actually
throw a punch

without your feet being
in the correct position.

It's fascinating, I could talk
about it for hours.

Which he often does.

Wait in the carriage.

Thank you.

Come on.

We're looking for a man
who's a regular here.

A Hungarian gentleman
by the name of Tibor.

This is where you say,
"of course, Detective,

let me point him out to you."

Don't know him.

Detective Fitzroy, how many
times have the police been

called to this establishment
in the past month?

Four?

Five, Sir.

And what effect might that have
on his liquor license?

Might it be withdrawn,
do you think?

Almost certainly, Sir.

Ooh…argh

Argh!

Nice to see you again, Tibor.

Don't get up.

- Eliza?
- Inspector Wellington.

I can confirm that this is the
man who stole my brooch.

Get up, hands against
the carriage.

Urgh!

''Lady, blue dress. Spilla?'

Spilla?

It's clearly a tip off.

Who's 'Spilla'?

Is that someone at the
restaurant?

Who gave you this?

Arabella Acaster.

You don't really think that
Arabella's involved in this?

She gave me
the exact same card.

Well, she probably hands them
out all the time

in the restaurant.

You don't know what she's like.

Neither do you. You haven't
seen her for over a decade.

She was spiteful and
made my life a misery.

She had it all,
she had everything

and yet she still
liked to steal things.

A shell necklace
when you were children?

And she would have to be rather
stupid to use her own

business card to tip off a
criminal, don't you think?

Well, that message
on the card, 'Spilla',

I'm not convinced
it is a person.

I think it means something else.

Your involvement in this case
is a conflict of interest.

Leave it to me.

Please?

Where are you?

Not here.

Ssss

Sp

Let's try Italian.

Spi

Spilla

Spill

Spilla.

Brooch.

I know nothing
about any brooch.

What about the note that we
found on you?

'Woman, blue dress…'

The lady that you stole from was
wearing a blue dress last night.

I found the note on the street!

And I need a doctor,
she broke my nose.

You should arrest her, not me!

You English are
supposed to be fair.

I'm from Glasgow.

Well?

There are no employees at
Arabella's

by the name of Spilla.

I had them go through
two years' of records.

Anything from him?

Take a seat.

Show me your arm.

Argh!

Argh!

This is an interesting tattoo.

The mark of Vác Prison in
Budapest, isn't it?

I've seen similar on your fellow
countrymen who now live here.

By all accounts,
that particular gaol

is something of a hell-hole.

Far worse than any
London prison.

I'd hate for you
to go back there.

You're going to send me to
prison in Hungary?

I don't think so.

Detective Fitzroy,
does your uncle still work

for the Foreign Office?

He does, Sir.

Yeah, so, he would be able to
expedite the diplomatic process.

That means 'speed things up'.

My apologies for not knowing
the Hungarian,

but you'll be hearing
your mother tongue soon enough.

Unless, of course, you tell me
who gave you that note.

I can't believe this!
This is so unfair!

I need this job!

What am I supposed to do now?

I'm so sorry.

It wasn't an easy decision
to make.

I'll see you're paid for
your final shift.

Eliza!

What are you doing here?

I wanted to thank you
for last night.

Oh.

Er, is this a bad time?

No, no, not at all.

There are certain
standards to uphold

and sadly young Grace
wasn't living up to them.

She'd had had several chances.

I'm so delighted you're here!

How are you feeling?

Much better, thank you.

I thought perhaps you might give
me a tour of the restaurant?

I'm fascinated to see how it
all works.

Oh, I can think of nothing more
I'd rather do!

Though

I seem to remember you were
never one for cookery class.

What a muddle you'd get into.

Do you remember that
Victoria Sponge cake?

You almost burnt
the school down.

Miss Dawkins was not amused.

Well, we were
young children so

Not that young.

Shall we…?

I know the kitchen may look
perfectly serviceable,

but Chef is struggling to cope.

We're fully booked most nights
and having to turn people away.

In fact I've been considering
larger premises.

My goodness.

I'll obviously need to hire
extra staff and I'll have less

time for social engagements
but we all need to make

sacrifices, do we not?

Indeed.

It would be nice to have a
little more space

for myself too.
This office is rather cramped.

You should see my office.

You have an office?

I work from
my father's old premises.

Oh, good for you.

I notice that you have staff
from all around the world.

France, Spain. Greece.

We are an international family.

They say Italian chefs are the
most desired at the moment.

Do you have any Italians
working here?

Uh…Paolo, our pastry chef.

How about front of house?

The waiter who served the
Inspector and me,

wasn't he Italian?

Enzo?

Yes, he's from Naples I think.

Is he working today?

No, he's off sick.

Why do you ask?

Someone is here to see you,
Madame.

Ah, right.

Mrs. Acaster.

Inspector Wellington.

Ah, Miss Scarlet.

Inspector Wellington.

- I'm Detective Fitzroy.
- Shh, shh, shh.

I'm sorry to disturb you,
Mrs. Acaster,

but we need to speak
with one of your employees.

Enzo Moretti?

Eliza was just asking
about him.

Huh.

It seems that Enzo has
been tipping off a street thief

who's been preying
on your clientele.

Hmm.

Enzo is not at work today.

Do you have an address for him?

I'm afraid not, he's only been
here a few weeks.

Well, in that case,

we'll need to speak
with the rest of your staff.

Of course.
I'll gather them.

See if you can find somewhere
private we can question them.

I know what you're
going to say

- I'm sure you do.
- But I am here now

and there's
an awful lot of staff,

so wouldn't you like me to stay
and help interview them?

Hmm. Take a wild guess.

Oh, damn it!

Here, let me.

Sorry, erm

Not having the best of days.

Just been given
my marching orders.

Would you care
for a cup of tea?

No.

But I'll have something
stronger.

Any luck?

I'm afraid not.

None of your staff have an
address for Enzo.

Can you think of anywhere else
he might be?

I really can't, I'm so sorry.

Well, if anything else occurs,

you can contact me
at Scotland Yard.

Inspector?

I'll see you out.

I feel such a fool, I thought I
could trust him.

If I had a pound for every time
someone said that

well, I wouldn't be
doing this job.

So, what is your
next course of action?

Well, there's a thriving black
market for stolen jewels.

So, we'll ask around,

put pressure on the right people
and see what comes up.

And Eliza?

What will her role be?

Miss Scarlet will no longer be
working on this investigation.

Then why did she
come here today?

Her mother's brooch was stolen,

so that may have made her a
little over-enthusiastic.

Oh.

I had hoped she and I would be
able to renew our friendship,

but I get the distinct feeling
she doesn't care for me much.

Listen to me burdening you with
my problems.

Well, I mean, this job is a
little like being a priest.

Although when people
confess to me,

they generally feel a lot worse.

Anyway, good day,
Mrs. Acaster

Arabella, please.

Don't get me wrong,
Mrs. Acaster is a nice lady.

I enjoyed working for her.

If I had been dismissed, I'm
not sure I'd be so generous.

Well, it's not her fault,
is it?

She just couldn't afford to pay
me anymore.

And I'm not the first
she's laid off.

There were two workers
from the kitchen

and another
waiter last week.

So, she's having
financial difficulty?

I probably shouldn't
be saying all this.

I only ask
as a concerned friend.

Perhaps I could help her.

I wouldn't worry about it
too much.

Last week I went to see her
in her office

to ask about the menus.

I caught her putting a big wad
of cash into her safe.

She said it was loan,

so, she's obviously trying
to sort things out.

A loan from who?

You have a visitor, Ma'am.

A Miss Scarlet.

I have not
the faintest idea who that is!

Excuse me, Ma'am.

This is most inconvenient.

I'm sorry, Ma'am.

Urgh, really?

Can I help you?

I apologise for calling
unannounced.

I'm a friend of
Arabella's from school,

I dropped by on the chance
I might find her in.

My daughter is…working.

Working?

Indeed.

I would suggest that
you arrange

a more suitable time to visit.

Oh dear.

I've journeyed such a long way
into London from Hertfordshire.

My husband is
the Member of Parliament

for Chalfont, St. Giles,

and I had hoped to catch up
with some old friends

before meeting him
to dine tonight.

I do have a prior engagement,

but I could spare half an hour,
I suppose.

Hmm. Please.

Most kind.

Tea. Earl Grey.
And quickly.

This is a beautiful home.

Arabella has wonderful taste.

Oh, this is not her home,
it is mine.

She moved in with me when her
husband passed.

Oh, I see.

I never met the gentleman,
sadly,

but I believe he owned
a restaurant?

I do not wish to talk of him.

He left my daughter with
considerable debts,

that is all I will say.

Now that I think of it,

when I last
corresponded with Arabella,

she did mention that times were
a little difficult.

But she assured me
you were assisting her,

in the financial sense.

Well, that is a blatant lie.

I have told her time and again

I will not put a penny into tha
failing business!

So, she's been to every
bank in London, cap in hand.

My goodness.

She applied for a loan?

A woman?

My thoughts exactly.

Can you imagine what that does
to one's family name?

And did she…secure one?

Of course not.

They all refused,
and quite rightly so.

But still she persists.

Her father would turn
in his grave.

How many
times must I say this…?

Come on, let's go.

- Officer?
- Oh?

I need you to take
an urgent message

to Inspector Wellington
at Scotland Yard.

My name's Eliza Scarlet,
I'm a private detective

You're a what?

You got my message?

Well, I'm here, aren't I?

You're sure it was the same
lavender seller

- who feigned the robbery?
- Certain.

And Arabella was talking to her.

- Where did they go exactly?
- I'll show you.

No, you will tell me
and then stay here.

- William
- Your presence

is not helping
this investigation.

Yes, so you have said.

Yet you do not listen.

The fact that I have not
listened

should tell you something?

That you're stubborn
and difficult?

That I am sure of my instincts.

This isn't about my personal
feelings for Arabella.

I'm looking at the situation
dispassionately.

She's hugely in debt and
was talking to a thief.

That is reasonable grounds
for questioning.

By the police, yes.

Do you want to know where
she went or not?

Good.

Follow me.

Eliza.

Inspector,
what are you doing here?

You run a soup kitchen?

I bring the surplus food from
the restaurant each week.

Will one of you please tell me
what's going on?

I had no idea that lady was
anything to do with the robbery.

As far as I knew, she was just
another hungry mouth to feed.

And she corroborates that.

Do you honestly think I would
steal from you or anyone?

It would not be the first time.

Eliza

She's in financial
difficulty.

I spoke to her mother

My mother?

You're losing money and yet you
said your business was thriving.

It's called pride, Eliza!

I am guilty of it sometimes,
as are we all!

I also spoke to the waitress
you dismissed

Oh, for God's sake.

She mentioned seeing a large
amount of money in your safe.

So, where did that come from?

My customers.

And I can assure you that money

was spent on wages
and ground rent

as soon as it was earned.

I am struggling, I admit it.

That is difficult enough without
you publicly humiliating me.

I thought we were friends.

Did you?

Well, I have a different
definition of friendship.

What exactly is that
supposed to mean?

You don't remember how you
behaved towards me

day after day, year after year?

We were children, Eliza!

What is the connection between
our school days

and this investigation!?

Your character.

Inspector, if there
is nothing else,

then I would like to leave,
please.

Of course.

Thank you for your time.

Nothing I said was untrue.

There is no evidence that she
has done anything wrong,

you do accept that?

Eliza, I say this with your best
interests at heart,

whatever grudges you have
against that woman,

they are clouding
your judgement.

What on earth are you doing?

Baking a cake.

Are you ill?

- I thought it time I learned.
- You are ill.

It must be that bang
on the head.

You're the one always telling
me to practice my cooking.

Alright.

What's happened?

I've made
a fool of myself, Ivy.

I've allowed my personal
feelings about Arabella

to interfere with my work.

Father would never have done
such a thing.

Well, don't feel too bad.

She was the cause
of many bedtime tears.

I know, but…perhaps I wasn't
such an angel myself.

You'll get no argument
from me there.

I never fitted in.

And

Well, that made me angry.

I'd pick fights
with her sometimes,

there was a comfort in it.

Comfort?

Well, if I gave her and the
girls that looked up to her

a reason to dislike me, then

the fault would be with
my behaviour,

not just the fact of who I was.

I remember those days.

Nothing you could have
done or been

would ever have been
agreeable to those girls.

Unlike them,
you're your own person.

And I am glad for it.

Shhh

Now, as your father would say,

no tears, or there'll be no
supper.

You always say that
and there always is.

So

what are you going to do now?

I have a horrible feeling I'm
going to have to

apologise to her.

I think that might make me
feel better.

What was it you were trying to
make, exactly?

A Victoria Sponge.

Right, yes, I see it now.

No, you don't.

No, I don't.

I'm looking for Mrs. Acaster?

She will be here
in a few minutes.

You're welcome
to wait in her office.

No.

Stop it.

You're here to apologise.
That is all.

Ah, your friend is here,
Miss Scarlet.

She's in your office.

Thank you, Charles.

I'm not entirely sure
what animal

this grey meat belongs to.

Or indeed,
if it's animal at all.

No, thank you, Sir.

I'm in training.

Apparently I ought to be eating
a large quantity of meat whilst

avoiding too much fat,
and pastry has far too much fat.

Yes, so you have explained.
Several times.

Got something for me?

I believe so, Sir.

It seems that Enzo
hasn't been working alone.

He has an uncle
by the name of Frankie.

Originally from Murano in Italy.

He was being investigated
for theft

but fled back there before
any arrest could be made.

But you think he's
in London again?

Well, we have word
that the workshop

that he was using is
suddenly back in use.

That's good work.

I shall see if
Detective Phelps wants it.

That man will eat anything.

Doesn't sound like
anyone's in there.

Should we call for a locksmith?

I'll take that as a no then.

- Quite the haul.
- Indeed it is.

Take it up to the evidence room

and enter everything
in the log book.

I'll bring this up shortly.

I have news.

So do I, and I think you're
going to like it.

We found a workshop
linked to our friend Enzo.

Anything of interest?

Well, precision tools,
a diamond cutter.

Clamps and pliers
for resetting stones.

And a box full of
stolen jewellery

including this.

My mother's brooch.

William, thank you.

Well, I'll have to keep a hold
of it for now.

It needs to be logged and
certified as evidence.

But I will return to you
as soon as I can.

What of this Enzo,
did you find him?

No, but I have officers
watching the workshop.

So, what of your news?

For the last three months
Arabella has been

selling off items
expensive jewellery.

Before you say anything,
I have proof.

Receipts of sale for six
high value items

totalling three hundred pounds.

I spoke to the pawnbrokers
in question,

but they refused to
give me any information.

Luckily I have a friend who is a
Detective Inspector

at Scotland Yard.

Surely you're not going to tell
me this is nothing?

Good.

I'll wait at my office.

As soon as you have spoken to
them, let me know straight away.

Were you this bossy at school?

No.

But if I had been I might've had
an easier time of it.

Straight away, William.

There you are.

Where have you been?

Working.

Well, it couldn't have
taken you five hours

to check the pawnbrokers.

This may come
as a shock to you, Eliza,

but I have many cases
to attend to

and going on some wild
goose chase to a pawnbrokers

on the other side of London
wasn't top of my list.

So, you didn't go?

Yes, I did.

Oh.

And?

A list of items that Arabella
sold to them.

None stolen. All hers with full
proof of ownership provided.

'Heart-shaped sapphire ring.'

But I saw that exact piece in
her safe at the restaurant.

You just happened to see it?

Well, she couldn't have sold it
and kept it.

Then it must be a similar ring.

Have you spoken to her
about this?

About selling her own property?

This has now been logged and
certified as evidence,

so you can have it back.

You're welcome.

William, this jewellery that
Arabella is selling,

it is new evidence.
Why can't you see that?

I am basing every decision in
this case on motive,

opportunity and evidence.

What's that supposed to mean?

Good night, Eliza.

Wha

No sign of Enzo Moretti
at the workshop, Sir.

Maybe he's gone to ground.

Keep the men posted overnight
just in case.

Yes, Sir.

I've been reading about
Enzo's uncle, Frankie.

When he first came to London,
he worked in a jewellers

run by a family from
the old country.

I think we should
pay them a visit.

Will they be open
this late at night?

Only one way to find out.

You're something of an expert

when it comes to diamonds
and precious stones.

I wonder if I might seek
your advice?

I'd love to help you,
Miss Scarlet,

but my eyes are failing
my body is tired

Solomon, must we go through
the same dance

every time I come in?

I know for a fact

there's nothing wrong
with your eyesight.

Furthermore, you're one of the
richest men in Canning Town.

That said, I will gladly
pay for your time.

Or buy something from the shop.

Or two things.

How can I help you?

Can you take a look at this?

Tell me what you make of it.

Hmm

Most convincing.

But not to the trained eye.

Convincing?

Well, if you ignore the, er,
hurried mounting of the stone.

These aren't real rubies,
Miss Scarlet.

They're Murano glass.

It's a fake.

It's a good one,
but it's still a fake.

We'll come back in the morning.

Well, Sir

Is that not the brooch you just
returned to Miss Scarlet?

Go back to Scotland Yard,
get the bolt cutters.

Ought we not to apply for a
search warrant?

This is private property
after all,

and there's no crime in progress
or immediate danger to life.

Do you hear that?

Hear what, Sir?

That lady screaming for help
from behind that locked door.

Ah, I see.
Very good.

Hurry up, she sounds desperate.

If you haven't been,
then you simply must.

There's a hotel on the seafront
with the most exquisite views.

Princess Beatrice herself

has dined there
on several occasions.

I will leave you to dine
in peace, do excuse me.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

We need to talk.

As you can see I am rather
busy, perhaps it can wait.

No, it cannot.

Lady Catherine, looking as
elegant as ever

- Not now.
- I know what you've been doing.

Having replicas of your
jewellery made.

Possibly to sell off as
the real thing.

Shall we have this
conversation in private

or in front of your guests?

Let me finish this sitting.

I'm struggling to keep business
afloat as it is,

surely you of all people
can empathise with that?

I'll wait in your office.

Thank you.

Sir George!
It's been too long!

Grace?

What are you doing here?

I left some of my things.

I had to come back.

That's a lot of things
in there.

Sorry, I really have to go.

What's in the bag?

It is Eliza's.

And you definitely
returned it to her?

This very afternoon.

Murano.

Enzo Moretti and his uncle were
both from Murano.

It's famed for the glass used
to replicate gemstones.

A jeweller would know
the difference.

On close examination, yes.

Which would suggest

This place
must be in on it.

They show the customers
the real version,

then they swap it for a
fake just before sale.

That way

They can sell the same piece
several times over.

Huh.

What's your plan for these,
Grace?

Who told you to steal them?

Enzo.

He and I

I hadn't seen him
for a few days.

But he turned up this afternoon

and he told me
I had to do this for him.

He was scared.

Said he was in trouble and that
he had to get away.

He said I had to help him.

What, by stealing
from the guests?

I had to!

If I didn't,
he said she would get hurt.

Who would get hurt?

Ask her.

Mrs. Herbert?

Yes?

I'm Inspector Wellington,
this is Detective Fitzroy.

We need to talk
with your daughter.

She is not presently at home.

Very well, we'll come back
another time.

What did you say to him?

I told him Arabella was out.

What did he say to you?

What did he say to you?

I told her to leave
the door open.

A right hook.
Excellent choice, Sir.

Alright?

Are you unharmed?

We are fine, thank you.

You can come in now.

Mother!

I'm quite well.

Oh!

Thank goodness you're okay.

Thanks for the tipoff.

Enzo found me upset
in my office.

I told him about the debts,

and he suggested selling the
jewellery he'd seen me wear.

I was reluctant at first.

Partly it was pride.

I wanted to look like the people
I was serving.

But mostly it was
my mother.

She would have the justification

that I could not survive
on my own.

So, what changed?

Enzo told me that his uncle
could make replicas of such

quality that no one would know
they weren't the originals.

I'd be free to sell what I
wanted and wear the fakes.

No one would know and I could
keep the restaurant open.

I had no idea what else
he was involved in,

nor what kind of person he was.

Am I to be charged?

Well, look, there is no crime
in wearing fake jewels.

And as for the waitress who was
stealing from your customers,

your mother's life was at risk,

so I can't say that you had
much choice.

I swear, I would have
reported it

as soon as my mother was safe.

I'll, er, need you to fill out
this statement.

But there'll be no charges.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I must go and see
our friend Enzo

and see what he has
to say for himself.

He's a good man.

He is.

I'll leave you to it.

You were always talking about
your father.

Every day at school
you had a story

about how he had taught
you new things.

He was so interested in
who you were.

I barely saw my father,
even less knew him.

He wasn't the least bit
interested in who I was.

I was jealous of you, Eliza.

I wanted to punish you,
that's all it was.

So, today we will make the best

Victoria Sponge to whet the
appetite of the queen herself.

I'll make a mess of it, Ivy.

Then we will keep doing it
until you don't.

Good day.

Ah!

What brings you here this
fine afternoon?

Cake.

Made with my own two hands.

Wow!

That, er

that actually looks
rather good.

Perhaps there's a homemaker
in you yet.

- No, thank you.
- I could think of nothing worse.

That is the extent of my
domestic effort,

so, make the most of it.

Yeah, but surely one day you
hope to have a family

of your own to look after?

You're teasing me, William,
I won't rise to it.

Sir

You, you have a visitor.

Ah, Mrs. Acaster.

For you and your men,
by way of thanks.

We have a selection
as delicate as they come.

Oh.

I really shouldn't, but I may
not be able to control myself.

These are exquisite!

I must make it my business to
assist restaurateurs more often.

Come on in,
there's plenty for everyone!

Alright lads.

Come on.

Thank you, Sir.

Eliza, I have something
for you too.

I was searching for some old
keepsakes to show you

and I found this in
the bottom of the box.

My necklace.

I thought it might be yours,
I couldn't say for sure.

That's very kind of you.

Would you care to join me
for dinner tonight?

These are wonderful.

The pleasure is all mine.

I miss having a man to feed.

You must try the tarte tatin.
It is divine, William.

I'll do just that,
thank you, Mrs. Acaster.

Please, William,
call me Arabella.

Where were we?

Dinner. Tonight?

I, I just remembered a previous
engagement.

Another time perhaps.

Another time.

What is this little delight?

This is a creme brulée with
a pistachio covering.

It's delicious.

I think you'll love it.